Ijebu Garri

I come from a humble beginning When hoes and cutlasses was the economy I fed the growing villages At homes, parties and festivities Then came the white man's food Dem push me go back, e no good But dem no fit forget me still The love for me e too real Dem say I be poor man food But olowo sabi dress me good With my many side chicks I don pass many side cheeks I quick pass instant noodles Sugar or not nothing do you So far your belle full I no care if your pocket full So when you look me again Try add small respect to my name I no be ordinary means to an end I have been saving lives since 1400s © Datbrodaman